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Among all lovely things my Love had been; Had noted well the stars, all flowers that
grew About her home; but she had never seen A Glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.
While riding near her home one stormy night
Upon a leaf the Glow-worm did I lay,
When to the Dwelling of my Love I came,
The whole next day, I hoped, and hoped with fear;
I travelled among unknown Men,
In Lands beyond the Sea; Nor England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire; And She I cherish'd turn'd her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings shew'd—thy nights conceal'd
The bowers where Lucy play’d; And thine is, too, the last green
field Which Lucy's eyes survey'd !